Talent Show

Well it's a week in and I've not broken any bones or hospitalised myself - although I've got one or two minor injuries so I'm sure it's only a matter of time.

The kids are pretty much all still here and pretty much all remembered me - and greeted me with the predictable chorus of 'Where's Dan?'s.

We put on a talent show last night. It was mighty funny, even the string of eight minute long khmer songs didn't get too tedious. Despite Bodi's best efforts, the show was pretty much stolen by Dara dragging up. Failsafe international comedy at its finest.

They predicted a riot

Su s'dai

I'm in Takeo and it was absolutely no effort at all. Didn't see hide nor hair of insurgent forces as I transitted in Bangkok. I did see a copy of the Hunger games for sale which means the cult is spreading.

I'd forgotten how humid it is out here - I'm dripping with sweat and I've done essentially nothing. I'd also forgotten how poverty stricken Takeo was. Well ramshackle.

Right been up the wrong side of 24 hours so I'm going to try and sneak a nap, although not sure that my bodyclock is going to let me.

On the Road Again

I'd thought I'd use this blog to record all the witty goings on inside my head, so I could make scathing attacks on Government policies and generally witter away in a little egotistic bubble. It turns out that whilst I'm working writing a blog ranks somewhere between ironing bed sheets and dusting the skirting boards on my priority list.

So it's turned into another travel blog. How passée?

So then, tomorrow: I'm travelling on my own to a place on the verge of civil war, transferring to a place where I've previously been mugged then heading down a bumpy road on a sweaty bus to the middle of nowhere, where no one speaks English, where they don't have hot water or toilet paper and where I've previously had to go to hospital because an insect laid eggs in my brain.

Apparently that's not everyone's idea of an idyllic holiday. Prima Donnas.

Wish me luck.